Carrick gasped and moaned as he felt Samandriel's body tighten around him. His fingers dug into the soft, abused flesh of the slave's ass as he surged forwards again and again, fucking the boy harder and harder.
He gave in to the needs of his own body, not seeking to prolong his pleasure or control himself any longer; just thrusting and grinding and gasping his way towards completion, losing himself utterly in the sensations of the slave's body tight around his cock.
Carrick bent low over the slave, still forcing himself deeper in frenzied thrusts. Without warning, his fangs drove deep into the exposed neck, just above the slave collar. "Mine," he gasped as blood flowed over his lips and dripped onto the floor. "My beautiful little whore."
The taste of Samandriel's blood tipped him over the edge and his hips jerked wildly. his climax hit him with the force of a tidal wave, his hands clutching at the slave's body as he emptied himself deep inside Samandriel's body. If he had ever felt such utter abandonment to pleasure, he had long since forgotten it.